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But underneath his touch, underneath his kiss, I was safe.

I could just be... me.

“Yes,” I breathed against his lips, stepping forward, nudging his legs apart with my knee.

Mitchell fell back against the bed with ease, and I tumbled with him. He shifted us both back, wrapping his leg around my hip, our cocks brushing together,hard and wet.

I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips. A cool wetness kissed the edge of my cock, familiar but also foreign.

One glance to his nightstand, and I noticed the open bottle of lube, which was like a splash of cold water to my system.

I wanted this, wanted him.

But it had also been a while since I’d had sex—let alone anal—with anyone.

And I’d certainly never done it with aguy.

My nerves threatened to upend me, but Mitchell only slid his fingers through my hair, pulling my lips to his.

“You’re in charge here, Penn. If you want to stop...”

I shook my head, crushing my lips to his, his words giving me the strength they always did.

Letting me know it was okay to not be okay.

That it was okay to be nervous.

I slid my hand over his thigh as I ground myself against the cool wetness of his puckered opening, his cock sliding against my stomach, leaving wet trails of precum along my skin.

And when I looked in his eyes, seeing the desire, the love there, I forgot all about my nerves.

I kissed him softly, letting my tongue caress his, and I slowly tilted his hips up with one hand, gripping myself with the other, lining myself up. My breath hitched as the head of my cock pressed against his slick, lubricated entrance, and the rest of the world around me blurred.

For a moment, we lay there, intertwined, panting against one another as I inched my way inside his heat, breaching the tight ring of muscle. Mitchell’s cock was solid and wet against my abs, throbbing as I kissed him. I grabbed his hardness in my hands as instinct took over, and my cock throbbed in the tight space and I started to move.

Mitchell rocked his hips in unison with my thrusts as I built a rhythm, slow and steady.

His insides clenched me tightly, driving me absolutely mad.

I didn’t want to stop.

Not now, not ever.

“Fucking hell, Penn...” Mitchell grunted, wrapping his other leg aroundmy hip, pulling me deeper, until I’d completely bottomed out.

“Mitch...” I grunted, my words starting to disappear, my linguistics systems taking a siesta again.

Words were hard to form when I feltthisgood.

His cock throbbed in my hand as I brushed my fingertip over his slit, wet and sticky precum coating both my hand and his shaft as I quickened my pace. There was nothing but the sounds of our breath, of wet skin slapping together, of guttural grunts and whispered curses as the flames consumed us both.

CHAPTER 31

Mitch

I wasn’tpartial to topping or bottoming, but underneath Penn, I became someone else entirely.

I became the one who was needy, desperate for release.

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